Dathomir System
The Malvolence had been hijacked by Baritha's warriors and now orbited the red-clouded, swampy world of Dathomir. The droids were all scrap metal and Mother Baritha stood on the command bridge overlooking her homework as eight of her elite warriors stood behind her.
"My children, we have returned home," she declared, "We will have nothing further to do with that...monster." She knew that ordinary beings would consider the Nightsisters to lack morals themselves, but Sidious was a whole new level of evil.
"Mother, what of Sidious' threat to attack us?" asked Sister Talia nervously, "he is never one to bluff."
"We shall gather our remaining forces for a defense," Baritha said as the Malevolence drew closer to Dathomir's atmosphere, "we have the advantage in our own domain."
Sidious needed no additional support, he could not afford to divert any forces from the war effort. Rather, he'd act single handedly against Baritha's clan, he felt confident that even the entire warrior army stood no chance against his strength in the dark side. He'd conquered Masters Yoda, Dooku and Jinn, among many others. He'd killed the supposedly all powerful Darth Plagueis, and had learned to master life and death.
The cloaked ruler of the Sith Empire gazed at the red colored planet through the viewport of his Sith Infiltrator. Sidious took a moment to reflect on how far he'd come. He had been raised to never know love or caring, and he'd taught himself from a young age that greater power was worth the cost of interpersonal relationships. He'd sensed his destiny with the dark side early on, and eventually saw the true path to enlightenment, through the Sith Lords. His defining moment had been on his homeworld, when he'd confronted the family that had abandoned him.
Sidious had never regretted the choice he'd made so many years ago, when he'd slain the mother whose love he had unknowingly craved, and with her, his last restraint from the power that called to him. Nor had he stopped to ponder how his life may have been different if he'd chosen to lay down his lightsaber and talk it out with his family.
As the Infiltrator entered Dathimir's humid atmosphere, Sidious closed his eyes in anticipation. He took an animalistic pleasure from unleashing his Force powers on the masses of inferior beings. He needed no army, he was a storm in his own right. Sidious used the Force to navigate his shuttle down toward the marshes, where the primitively Nightsister dwellings were established. He saw several tiny looking warriors preparing for battle, trained rancors being sent to hunt for the intruder.
Sidious smiled to himself as he prepared to land his shuttle in the marsh. As the engine went off, he stood and beckoned for his red guards to follow. Silently they obeyed, and Darth Sidious used the Force to open the ramp to his ship.
He stepped out into the hostile environment, followed by his guards. Sidious said nothing as he began hiking through the swampland towards the Nightsister village. His ankles and black robe were tainted with the filthy marsh, but Darth Sidious ignored the minor annoyance.
Through the fog, Sidious could make out two rancors mounted by horned Zabrak Nightbrothera similar to the late Darth Maul. He'd sensed them in the Force much earlier, however.
"Take one step closer and you're a dead man," one of the Nightbrother soldiers warned. The rancors screeched in harmony, echoing through the swampland.
Sidious laughed and raised his hands. "Your feeble interpretation of the dark side is inferior to the Order of the Sith Lords." With that, he summoned a heavy dosage of violet colored lightning and hurled it at the rancors. The beasts screamed as the dark energy hit them and charged. The rancors were slowed down by the lightning that weakened them, despite their vastness. Sidious sent out another bolt from his fingertips, and the left rancor collapsed onto the black sand, unable to go any farther. The rider fell off and tumbled into the pool of swamp. Sidious held off the other rancor with his lightning, laughing as his foes failed to reach him. The second rancor toppled onto the first rancor's Zabrak rider, crushing him and sending his skin and bones flying across the foggy wasteland. The rancors and surviving Zabrak all tried to stand, but Sidious refused to relent.
He continued his lightning attack with glee, watching his victims suffer and die. Once he sensed that the rancors and Zabraks were dead, Sidious walked past the gory pile of remains, followed by the red guards.
Sidious was picking up on a strong dark side presence as he got nearer to Baritha's village. He was not so delusional that he believed that he would meet no challenge, he merely knew that he would overcome the obstacle that was the Nightsister warriors.
In the distance, Sidious could make out the ignition of several red lightsabers in the distance. Four decades with the Sith had prepared him for this moment, and it was only a rehearsal for the brutal massacre he would deal onto the Jedi and the supposedly reestablished Old Republic.
A woman's voice called out, "Prepare to die, Darth Sidious!"
That old joke was getting old now. Sidious wasted no time, and hurled a large bolt of lightning at the group of warriors ahead. The Nightsisters and Nightbrothers charged, lightsabers glowing red in the swampy fog.
"Brace yourselves," Sidious said quietly to his elite guards as he held off his antagonists with dark side energy. A male Zabrak wielding a double bladed weapon broke free of the lightning and swung at Sidious. The Dark lord leapt backward as his concentration broke and his lightning fizzled. Sidious quickly drew two identical sabers from his cloak and activated their red blades. As the large bulky warrior prepared to cut him down, Sidious plunged both red blades into the man's midsection.
He looked his victim in the eyes and laughed as the Nightbrother halted in his tracks, dropped his weapon and died right where he stood. Sidious then pulled his blades out of the man's body and sprang forward to face his next attacker, a robed Nightsister solider.
The tattooed woman held a lightsaber in one hand and in the other she carried a vibroblade. Sidious lunged at her before she could do anything and severed both her arms with a quick stroke. He beheaded her quickly for good measure, then pivoted to face the two male warriors approaching him.
Sidious snarled as he deflected both men's attacks with his lightsabers, then he ducked forward and came up, flicking his wrists wildly. His left saber cut through the first Zabrak's leg, while his right blade tore off the second warrior's shoulder. Leaving a trail of dismembered, dying corpses in his wake, Sidious proceeded without fear or hesitation towards the remaining warriors present. He didn't even feel a little worn out.
As the next armored Zabrak struck at Sidious, he leapt upward, then somersaulted in midair, decapitating the man as he flew past him. He landed in between two women and impaled them both with his blades as they lunged at him.
His anonymous red guards silently followed, not taking any course of action unless instructed by their master.
"This is only the beginning," Sidious stated, "I will not rest until the entire village is a pile of flesh and bones."
Sidious proceeded forward through the village. More warriors emerged from the fog, wielding battle axes and vibroblades. As the group of seven charged the dark lord, Sidious cut down each of them as they approached. The sight of dying enemies and the act of killing weaker beings had become a way of life for Darth Sidious, and it was as easy as eating and breathing.
Sidious proceeded to the nearest straw hut. Inside, a group of small Dathomirian children were cowering in fear of the hooded man about to slaughter them.
"Children, you will now be spared from a lifetime of mediocrity," Sidious sneered. As the helpless children screamed, Sidious sliced them all to pieces with his lightsabers, cackling with pleasure. The novelty of exercising his powers on the mindless populace had not worn off since his first kills on Naboo at the age of eighteen.
Sidious slipped out of the hut to find his red guards laying in the swampland in a pool of blood. Four rancors, goaded on by a Zabrak rancher, loomed over the corpses and were now eyeing Sidious hungrily.
"Tear him apart," the rancher ordered his cattle. The rancors simultaneously roared, echoing through the village, and thundered towards the seemingly helpless old man. Sidious dropped his sabers and unleashed a torrent of lightning on the rancors, using all the energy he could muster. The largest rancor was only just out of arms reach when it toppled over with a ground shaking thud, weakened by the dark side energy.
"Unlimited power!" Sidious crowed as he slowly tortured all four beasts with his lightning. The massive rancors thrashed around on the ground and finally were still. Sidious then reached out towards the stunned rancher, seized him by the throat with the Force, and hurled the choking Nightbrother into the distance.
Sidious prepared to summon his lightsabers back into his hands, but a sharp point touched his spine and he felt his muscles go limp.
Taken by surprise, Sidious felt himself fall towards the ground, but several pairs of strong hands caught him and held him in place.
Several additional warrirors had appeared behind him, and snuck up on him during the fight with the rancors. A red bar of energy sprang to life by his neck.
A Nightsister lieutenant stepped in front of Sidious triumphantly and said, "I believe you were looking for this, my Emperor. Mother Baritha will want to execute you herself."
The Nightbrother warriors began to drag Sidious through the mud, while the Nightsister lieutenant held up his lightsabers. Sidious thrashed angrily, having never been in this humiliating position before.
"You scum will pay for this treachery," he snarled, feeling desperation for the first time in many decades. For once, his opponents had the upper hand, and it was the worst thing imaginable.